Love is like a continuous rage and something I want to some day master. Until then I am left floating in a sea of blackness, searching for something that defines me or might show me the way. Infinity can not describe the miles of waste land that lay ahead and behind, but maybe one day... while siting in The Harlequin Forest surrounded by all that is comforting.. I can name the things around me. Maybe just maybe.. I will see you too
Remember it was you who ripped me apart with the fruit of things you said...
I AM A TRUE PRODUCT OF THE MILLENIUM!!!!!
Born and raised to believe that nothing is ever good enough.. Not even me.
The Stance Of Evander Sinque
He was a poor man, though he was genius
Would they listen to this crazy man
Would they help him to his end
He was a tall man, pale skin and broken back
And no-one knew him, though he was genius
They feared him, locked him away
And in silence would he pray
He lived alone, though many voices spoke
He found peace, in his own little world
So they beat him, to his end
He lays forgotten
Dead skin and broken neck
And no-one knew him
Though he was genius
Who was he, that crazy man
Just a loser, to the end
Catherine Blake
So vile men's torment was truly a pleasure
A plain that would change mankind for ever more
Catherine Black slept fitfully in the
summer night. In the heat.
She murmured gently and moved smoothly,
this way and that. Oh, the beauty.
Her luscious eyes, delicate fingers,
clawed at her sodden bed.
Catherine smiled. Took a fabulous breath
of summer air and tasted death.
Die Erorians' visit had been successful rewarding.
With night of female screams of whimpers,
lustful dreams.
Night followed rampant night of
delicate soft gasps.
The ultimate attack on Heaven and it's glories.
Seduce them as they slept, oblivious to
their midnight tryst.
The seed of doom was planted.
Phantom raped in their dreams.
The sad ones take their own lives.
Slay their men night after night.
Catherine Black dreamt of a horror.
Of passion too and of terror.
Over her silent breast, shadows swept,
shades caressed.
Motherhood was destroyed by the seed
and laid to waste.
A great rift was born. Men and the
world were torn.
The daggers went in deep, vile and sickening.
Women swept awat all infancy from their wombs.
And still the Lord God remained silent,
no utterance, no movement, no tears.
The earth became red.
The cutting machines of man.
Disgust and hatred for the lives of woman.
The butchery, the savagery,did spill
unto themselves.
A chorus of agony from Heaven and Rain poured
In a colossus of angels tears.
The creature of all sins. The lord of the
bleakest abode.
Did wonder at the silence.
What did the Almighty know?
All Hell did fill with the screaming souls
of dead men.
The mighty army of God did stand and wait,
Hoping our lord would unleash them all.
The great fiery pit. Hordes ripped apart.
Chaos ensued, screaming from the dark.
Observing his darkened child, in the miserable
corners of earth
The great heart of God will heal up the earth.
The Lord watched as his beloved slipped silently
Back into the darkness below.
Reverie / Harlequin Forest
Into the trees
Past meadow grounds
And further away from my home
Baying behind me
I hear the hounds
Flock's chasing to find me alone
A trail of sickness
Leading to me
If I am haunted
Then you will see
Searching the darkness
And emptiness
I'm hiding away from the sun
Will never rest
Will never be at ease
All my matter's expired so I run
There falls another
Vapor hands released the blade
Insane regrets at the drop
Instruments of death before me
Lose all to save a little
At your peril it's justified
And dismiss your demons
As death becomes a jest
You are the laughing stock
Of the absinthe minded
Confessions stuck in your mouth
And long gone fevers reappear
Nocturnally helpless
And weak in the light
Depending on a prayer
Pacing deserted roads to find
A seed of hope
They are the trees
Rotten pulp inside and never well
Roots sucking, thieving from my source
Tired boughs reaching for the light.
It is all false pretension
Harlequin forest
Awaiting redemption for a lifetime
As they die alone
With no one by their side
Are they forgiven?
Stark determination
Poisoning the soul
Unfettered beast inside
Claiming sovereign control
And now the woods are burning
Tearing life crops asunder
Useless blackened remains
Still pyre smoldering
Hours Of Wealth
Found a way to rid myself clean of pain
And the fever that's been haunting me
Has gone away
Looking through my window
I seem to recognize
All the people passing by
But I am alone
And far from home
And nobody knows me
Never heard me say goodbye
Never shall I speak to anyone again
All days are in darkness
And I'm biding my tim
Once I am sure of my task I will rise again
LYRICS COURTESY OF www.darklyrics.com GO AND SEE THE WORK OF GODS!!!!!
MY AP MOMMY IS SO SWEET AND QUITE THE DRAMA QUEEN!
dutch2lips allpoetry.com/ Poets/dutch2lips
Check out my own personal hottie ..
my AP (and real life)fiancee:
soulseer allpoetry.com/ Poets/soulseer
My newly dubbed AP DAD who has written more poems for me that anybody I have ever know. He has always been there to lean on..
JohnnyD allpoetry.com/ poet/JohnnyD#a bout
LOOK LOOK!!! MY VERY FIRST ME INSPIRED POEM BY THE FABULOUS JOHNNY D:
CALLED "DEVOTION'S MOTION"~ allpoetry.com/ Poem/2089522
Muahaha yet another poem for me by the fabulous JD:
"Devotion's Tsunami" ~ allpoetry.com/ Poem/2141072
Remember it was you who ripped me apart with the fruit of things you said...
I AM A TRUE PRODUCT OF THE MILLENIUM!!!!!
Born and raised to believe that nothing is ever good enough.. Not even me.
The Stance Of Evander Sinque
He was a poor man, though he was genius
Would they listen to this crazy man
Would they help him to his end
He was a tall man, pale skin and broken back
And no-one knew him, though he was genius
They feared him, locked him away
And in silence would he pray
He lived alone, though many voices spoke
He found peace, in his own little world
So they beat him, to his end
He lays forgotten
Dead skin and broken neck
And no-one knew him
Though he was genius
Who was he, that crazy man
Just a loser, to the end
Catherine Blake
So vile men's torment was truly a pleasure
A plain that would change mankind for ever more
Catherine Black slept fitfully in the
summer night. In the heat.
She murmured gently and moved smoothly,
this way and that. Oh, the beauty.
Her luscious eyes, delicate fingers,
clawed at her sodden bed.
Catherine smiled. Took a fabulous breath
of summer air and tasted death.
Die Erorians' visit had been successful rewarding.
With night of female screams of whimpers,
lustful dreams.
Night followed rampant night of
delicate soft gasps.
The ultimate attack on Heaven and it's glories.
Seduce them as they slept, oblivious to
their midnight tryst.
The seed of doom was planted.
Phantom raped in their dreams.
The sad ones take their own lives.
Slay their men night after night.
Catherine Black dreamt of a horror.
Of passion too and of terror.
Over her silent breast, shadows swept,
shades caressed.
Motherhood was destroyed by the seed
and laid to waste.
A great rift was born. Men and the
world were torn.
The daggers went in deep, vile and sickening.
Women swept awat all infancy from their wombs.
And still the Lord God remained silent,
no utterance, no movement, no tears.
The earth became red.
The cutting machines of man.
Disgust and hatred for the lives of woman.
The butchery, the savagery,did spill
unto themselves.
A chorus of agony from Heaven and Rain poured
In a colossus of angels tears.
The creature of all sins. The lord of the
bleakest abode.
Did wonder at the silence.
What did the Almighty know?
All Hell did fill with the screaming souls
of dead men.
The mighty army of God did stand and wait,
Hoping our lord would unleash them all.
The great fiery pit. Hordes ripped apart.
Chaos ensued, screaming from the dark.
Observing his darkened child, in the miserable
corners of earth
The great heart of God will heal up the earth.
The Lord watched as his beloved slipped silently
Back into the darkness below.
Reverie / Harlequin Forest
Into the trees
Past meadow grounds
And further away from my home
Baying behind me
I hear the hounds
Flock's chasing to find me alone
A trail of sickness
Leading to me
If I am haunted
Then you will see
Searching the darkness
And emptiness
I'm hiding away from the sun
Will never rest
Will never be at ease
All my matter's expired so I run
There falls another
Vapor hands released the blade
Insane regrets at the drop
Instruments of death before me
Lose all to save a little
At your peril it's justified
And dismiss your demons
As death becomes a jest
You are the laughing stock
Of the absinthe minded
Confessions stuck in your mouth
And long gone fevers reappear
Nocturnally helpless
And weak in the light
Depending on a prayer
Pacing deserted roads to find
A seed of hope
They are the trees
Rotten pulp inside and never well
Roots sucking, thieving from my source
Tired boughs reaching for the light.
It is all false pretension
Harlequin forest
Awaiting redemption for a lifetime
As they die alone
With no one by their side
Are they forgiven?
Stark determination
Poisoning the soul
Unfettered beast inside
Claiming sovereign control
And now the woods are burning
Tearing life crops asunder
Useless blackened remains
Still pyre smoldering
Hours Of Wealth
Found a way to rid myself clean of pain
And the fever that's been haunting me
Has gone away
Looking through my window
I seem to recognize
All the people passing by
But I am alone
And far from home
And nobody knows me
Never heard me say goodbye
Never shall I speak to anyone again
All days are in darkness
And I'm biding my tim
Once I am sure of my task I will rise again
LYRICS COURTESY OF www.darklyrics.com GO AND SEE THE WORK OF GODS!!!!!
MY AP MOMMY IS SO SWEET AND QUITE THE DRAMA QUEEN!
dutch2lips allpoetry.com/ Poets/dutch2lips
Check out my own personal hottie ..
my AP (and real life)fiancee:
soulseer allpoetry.com/ Poets/soulseer
My newly dubbed AP DAD who has written more poems for me that anybody I have ever know. He has always been there to lean on..
JohnnyD allpoetry.com/ poet/JohnnyD#a bout
LOOK LOOK!!! MY VERY FIRST ME INSPIRED POEM BY THE FABULOUS JOHNNY D:
CALLED "DEVOTION'S MOTION"~ allpoetry.com/ Poem/2089522
Muahaha yet another poem for me by the fabulous JD:
"Devotion's Tsunami" ~ allpoetry.com/ Poem/2141072
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